Everything’s going good, good, good… Ya…

Let me first start by saying; The restaurant I work at closed for the season on Oct. 12th, so I’m currently out of a job. My boyfriend has one making 11/an hour but that’s his money I refuse to use… So anyway…

I have a rat, named Oreo. She’s my baby and I love her dearly. You have a dog, I have a rat. She’s like my dog. She’s a happy healthy little girl. Today, when I picked her up out of her cage, I saw a mysterious bump… A tumor… Exactly what I didn’t want it to be. They’re common in rats and are usually benign and can be removed. Of course, with any pet, if there’s anything wrong you’ll be upset & want to make it better.

I have a dilemma though. Since the tumor is benign it won’t hurt her, but if it keeps growing it will make her miserable & unhappy, and eventually she’ll have to be put down. It can be removed and this will make her happier for a longer time. The only problem is money. Money’s not tight, but with a baby coming and just ‘losing’ my job, I don’t want to spend willy-nilly… Of course, I want her to be happy & healthy, but the surgery could be up to $300. It’s less when they’re found early & small, which she is. It’s about 1/3-1/2 inch across. Like the size of a marble. It CAN be left, but then if  I decided to remove it later, then it would cost more. Ugh. It’s NOT cancer, it’s from a high-calorie diet… Which is better, but still not superb…

I just wish things were cheaper… I just wish I could get a job… I wish Oreo wouldn’t have a tumor… Sometimes I just want to scream & scream until I can’t anymore… Then I’d like to cry, for hours. Just because I’m not making any money and feel like an unfit rat mom for this happening and everything… I wish my concert was here tonight, but he’s at a concert in Worcester, MA.

Alone. Upset. Hungry. Awesome.